So, my nephew told me this baseball joke today. I chuckled.
Jim and John had been best buddies since birth. Their favorite thing to do in the whole wide world was to play baseball. They played through grade school and college until both were eventually drafted by big league teams.
During a game one day, Jack got nailed by a ball and was knocked out cold. He was taken to a hospital only to find that a bone fragment had erupted a major blood vessel in his brain and he had just hours to live. Jim asked Jack, on his death-bed, "When you go, show me a sign that there is baseball in heaven."
Jack nodded his head and passed away.
Forty-or-so years later, Jim was sitting at home in bed when a flash of light sparked before him. He couldn't help but wonder...
Jim: "Is that you, Jack?"
Jack: "Yeah, it's me."
Jim: "Hey, how ya been?"
Jack: "Well, I have some good news and some bad news."
Jim: "Tell me the good news first."
Jack: "Ok. The good news is, there is baseball in heaven, and it is wonderful. The grass is always green, the sand is always raked, the stadiums are always new, and the ump usually makes the right calls!"
Jim: "Wow! That sounds great! So, what's the bad news?"
Jack: "You're scheduled to pitch this Thursday."
1 comment:
Jesus Suz, I was waiting for an f-bomb or some x-rated content there. You know, the kind of jokes you usually tell.
Still a cute one.
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